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Distopia Winter 2014. The Thin sheet Below me and the Thin sheet covering me do next to nothing to keep the cold out. But yet despite the weather the tiredness of my body always overcomes and allows me to sleep eventually. I look around and the lines and lines of people with the same two sheets, most have already drifted off into the only escape they can get while few like me take the small amount of thinking time we get before we make our escape as well. I shift my view to the ceiling wishing that somebody would just Wisk down and save us, I remember before it got too bad of the talk of fictional superheroes and it was amazing how much one was needed now, but alas the only real truth in those stories were the existence of super-villains. I stuck to that last dreary thought as I drifted to my escape. The ear-piercing scream of the wake up siren cut through my dream. I quickly pushed the fleeting thought of a woman dressed in white away as I rose in conformity with the rest of my people. Rising for inspection had become a non thought process task. Right as the last of us stood the Nazi officer burst through. He was there to make sure none of us had messed with our "attachments" while in bed. The attachments when turned on pushed all thought except for work from our minds making sure there was no possibility of rebellion or anything of the sort. but today was a special day, One Aryan officer who had hated all of what the Nazis had been doing since there win in world war two was supposed to be sending out an electrical pulse that should shut the attachments down so that each individual one had to be repaired. Only a few that had the job to rally everybody when the time comes were trusted with that task. The Inspector finished up his walk through and order us to work, I dwelled on the hope that our plan would be successful until my mind went blank. "dig, dig, dig" was the only thought coursing through my mind. I had in my hand a shovel as did several others around me, To my far left there was some metal work being done with power tools. "dig, dig, dig" I kept thinking, then all the sudden "dig, damn I'm tired, dig". I realized that the attachment had gone dead, as did several others around me, more than a couple stopped working looking puzzled, while some kept going, though noticeably slower. A single Nazi officer overlooking this group started pointing his gun at us. "what the hell do ya think yer doin" He bellowed. A man to my right started to say something but was quickly punched by the officer, who then got in his face yelling about things I couldn't make out. as he continued his onslaught on the poor man i took the opportunity and put one stabbing blow to the Nazi's head with my shovel. The others that were still working stopped and looked at me appalled. "This is our chance", I started, I took a second thinking about what to say but that was all they needed. Two men looted the Nazi's body while the metal workers to my side started passing more dangerous tools around. So far, better than expected. The chatter of machine gun fire was heard in the distance and that was all it took for our little rebel group to go running towards it. The battle for Freedom had begun.